3. 3. Getting Ready

So I'm usually not one to be nervous but then again I was about to go out on a date with Louis. I mean I had only thought about this a hundred times so this was serious.

I finally pulled myself together and convinced myself there was absolutely no reason to be nervous. Louis Tomlinson was just an ordinary guy. I had to forget that hundreds of thousands of girls would kill for this opportunity.

He choose me.

He picked me out.

He wanted me.

These thoughts made my confidence boost a lot and I believed that I could be enough for Louis Tomlinson.

I decided that I would call and say to pick me up at eight- eight was reasonable. Eight o'clock Louis would be here to pick me up and we would go out on a date.

I looked toward the clock on the wall. Six o'clock. I decided I would check all my social sites before I started getting ready.

I got on Twitter and saw Louis had tweeted. @Louis_Tomlinson "So excited for tonight !! Can't wait to see her !! "

I gasped because he was talking about me in a tweet. I didn't even care that there were the flood of responses about girls claiming it was them or the fact that there were death threats to the 'mystery girl'. The 'mystery girl' was me. This was quite exciting.

For some odd reason I felt like I should go check Eleanor's twitter. I didn't follow her because I wasn't a fan of hers. I was a One Direction fan. I saw the last tweet. I was shocked. I was confused. I was hurt.

@EleanorJCaulder: "To all the fans, me and Louis are still together! Forget the rumors!"

I didn't know how to handle this. I was confused, Louis was not the guy that would play with people's emotions. Eleanor never seemed like one to lie about their relationship. I was just simply confused.

After a hour I decided, I was still going out. Even if only to call Louis out on this. I wanted the answers and I was going to get them.

At seven thirty I called Louis.

"I'm almost ready. How about you get here at eight?"

I guess I sounded a bit agitated because I got a rather confused response.

"Babe, you okay? Eight is okay but you sound off."

I thought about my response. A little too long because then Louis was saying, "Babe?"

"Just don't call me that. Please."

"Okay, love." I could feel him smirk which only made me angry.

"Eleanor," this is all I could manage to say because I did not want to jump to conclusions. I wasn't sure if I sounded lost or if it came across as a question.

"Can I explain when I see you? This argument doesn't need to happen and it sure doesn't need to happen on the phone."

I couldn't help but laugh because we hadn't even gone on ONE date and we were about to have an argument but I sighed then said, "Fine. Eight. Be here."